A SERIOUS SUNDAY – as requested


I float down stream and watch the view
Quite content, it’s what I do
Most of the time the way is smooth
The light, the people, tend to soothe

There are occasions naturally
When rapids could quite drastically
Upset the boat and cause disruption
Sad disaster and corruption

The secret is to get a grip
To not fall in the water’s rip
Very soon the calm returns
Quite forgotten the concerns

The journey once again becomes
Full of laughter, full of fun
And off we go towards the sea
Nearest and dearest and little ol’ me.